Once there was a little Duck who liked to laugh and play,
She looked at life through rose-tinted glasses,
And enjoyed every day,
Until one night she heard a scream,
Her mother had been shot,
She hoped it was just a dream,
A nightmare? but it was not.
She stopped laughing and had no time for play,
She had to grow up fast,
And hated every day,
No time for tears,
No time for greif,
No time for being sad,
Waiting for a happy ending?
There isn't when people die.
You'll get angry,
You'll be sad,
You'll cry and cry and cry.
But it gets easier,
But it never stops hurting.
